ha, ha, ha haaaa!

yeah baby! HAPPY MOTHERFUCKING NEW YEAR! yeah! you gotta say "MOTHERFUCKING," because you need that profane emphasis. [smirk!] if you haven't noticed, i have an unmedically diagnosed severe case of sarcoleptic observatia. i tend to lapse in and out of it at a moment's notice.

wow, this has really been a momentous 365.25 days for me. let me take this time out to draw your attention to the glaring evidence of human imperfection and inefficiency in the face of nature and universal law. if you're not truly aware of why there is a .25 of a day and leap year and all that shit, it's because humans are not in tune with nature. natural perpetual time does not coincide with the anthropomorphic version of time to which we humans adhere. [huh?] simply stated, time as most people know and recognize it does not exist in reality. nature keeps it's own painfully accurate time with which the calendar we live by in most European/Judeo-Christian social settings does not coincide. long story short, the calendar is fucked up. rather than fix it, there's a .25 day at the end of each year and we see the previous 3 year's .25's added to the 4th year to make it leap year. damn inefficient humans. always trying to circumvent and/or control nature. DOH!

well, i have to say i've written more than i thought i would, but i am not satisfied with what i've written. there have been several entries that i wanted to make that i just never did. shit, it took me all day today to finally do this one. [hope this damn PC doesn't crash...] as a matter of fact, hold on...[saving blog entry as draft]...okay, that's done. now where were we...oh yeah, i've got quite a bit to say on a regular basis. my intention, notice i did not say resolution, for the 2G6 is to make far more frequent entries. as a matter of fact, i'm gonna email this shit to a few people as soon as i finish this entry. whether cats continue to peep the works after that is neither here nor there. as i told a former co-worker, who later shafted the hell out of me in a royally fucked up fashion, i don't write for exposure. i write for expression. now make like a shovel and pull some dirt up on that shit...

you're 2005 at 11:59.59.99 + 00.00.00.01

PEACE & BLESSINGS

straight uppedness...

or i suppose i could say straight stupidness. just add a li'l "st" and it would probably cover the same issue. moving on...

today is my poppo's b-day. hooray! NOT.

it's going on 3 years that i cutoff my paternal extendeds. it's sad but necessary. what a group of assholes. i can't recall at the moment if i've already addressed this here or not, but it's amazing to me that i have managed to become who i am knowing where i came from. i mean this genetically, biologically, emotionally and socially. how in the hell did i come from such idiots? i'm a pretty sociable guy. i gets my talk on. in fact, i'm sure you'd find tons of cats that'd say, "yeah that guy can talk. sometimes he just needs to STFU!" heh! heh! heh! it's cool though 'cause i know i tend to run at the mouth. as a result, except for times when i'm hyped or momentarily overzealous, i will cut myself short. all that to say this: i tend not to openly communicate, except on the business tip, with people whom i find exhibit inferior intellect. i don't think i'm an intellectual snob. i just have an emotionally and socially allergic reaction to...STUPIDITY!

that said, my parents, yes both of them, have shown themselves to be professional cultivators of just such crops of idiocy. the amazingly sick thing about it is they're both college graduates. and if that don't kill ya', they're both teachers by trade. shit! how is it that professionally intellectually trained individuals could double as professionally ignorant asswipes ('swipes)? dunno, but it happened to me like lightening striking twice.

hey my bad if the blog seems a li'l serious today, but fuck it. i ain't all jokes and sarcasm all the time...well, yes i am, but this is serious sarcasm. i could fill plenty of entries with the stories of my misadventures w/my dopey parents. getting away from both of them is the best thing that i've ever done short of finishing undergrad after dropping out of college 2X. oddly enough, the circumstances of my dropouts were intricately entwined with the asininity of my predecessors. coincidence? hells to the niggity-no w/a big ass capital N to the O. YEABUH!

well, that's that for now. since nobody reads this damn thing, i'm not too concerned with how to deal w/any comments. feedback is great i suppose, but i don't write this shit for people to respond. i write to get this shit off my chest. if somebody gets something out of it, cool. if not then fuck it. i ain't mad at nobody about anything like that right about now. shit, i'm too busy being mad at George the Liar and the Nut Brigade...

make like Osama and the war on terrorism...

PEACE

oh snizzie sho fizzie...

got pulled over by the five zero last night. not cool. it was my fault though. i was going too fast to stop at the red light w/o being in the middle of the intersection, so i kept going. [BAD MOVE DUDE!] just so happened to be a squizzie at the spizzie. it worked out cool in the end, but it was somewhat irritating for experiences sake. when they got me to pull over they put that bright assed light on the hood in my side mirror. the fuck is that all about? it was like hey let's play blind the driver. i don't need to see to drive anymore. [sheesh!] anyways, once i adjusted my eyeballs to the highly contrasted lighting environment, i attempted to follow the officer's directions. i got my license out and proceeded to locate my ins & reg. i don't know if it was taking me too long or what, but dude asked for just my license and let me go w/a warning? [whew!] gotta stop doing that sheezle. as if i do that on a regular basis...

on another driving tip, what's up with you drivers that lean on your horn? since when does honking the horn at an incesently irritating frequency. actually, the frequency is not so much an issue as the honking itself in utterly inappropriate situations. be warned, if you do this whilst motoring behind my vehicle, expect to experinece significant delays and potential sudden stoppages of vehicular operation. get it! stop doing that shit 'sholes. i drive safely for the most part, so don't friggin' honk at me 'cause i'm not driving like the 'shole you are! da-da! yeah i'm sleepy, but i mean it about the honking 'shole.

make like Chris Rock hosting the Academy Awards...

PEACE

half a dollar = no sense

what the hell was this guy's team thinking? "oh yeah, we gonna get pizaid off this media blitz..." com'on man...a movie, a game and a recent album release. somehow someone thought that if Smemin could do a semi-autobiographical flick and even get an Oscar (what the hell was that?), why we can do it for Curtis too...DOH!

sorry buddy, your story is getting tired. personally, i'm not even curious. IMDB, my buddy for flick info, makes it pretty clear that cats are not running out to check out this recycled dealerella story. it's yaaawwwwn tired...

sad it doesn't take much to get this type of personal propaganda on the market.

make like tub water after the pulled plug

PEACE

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driving whilst peering thru your rectum!

this is a tribute to all the assholes that honk while sitting in traffic situations as if honking changes the situation at all.  it is especially for those who deem it necessary to pull up behind Ineeda and i while we're handling our business and honk because i am not moving at a rate that is satisfactory to them.  damn, i thought i was driving.  what is this horn intimidation or something?  these dorks are all over.  if you're reading this and saying "well, you should move faster, " then you're likely one of these horn-dorks.  if you are, stop that shit.  here is what will happen if you do it whilst idling in the rear of Ineeda.  we will either move even slower or better yet, STOP!  that's right we will stop in the middle of whatever roadway we happen to be operating.  this is of course with all consideration given to safety.  if you don't like this then too bad.  stop leaning on your damn horn and leave earlier if you're in such a hurry to get nowhere.

 

sheesh...

 

make like a cassette after the eject's been pressed

 

PEACE

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